Life is a swirling dance of sorrow
and joy,
suffering and grace.
And in the middle of the waltz,
brief moments where the music stops.
And for those few minutes,
rest.
I know He’s twirling this achingly
beautiful symphony into something
breathtaking.
Somehow. Someday.
Yet, I’m grateful for brief moments
to catch my breath.
To remember that He’s leading this dance.
To adjust my hand in His
before the whirlwind starts
again.